Treehouse Wings

Down from yon roof there holds a story 'bout a man that was never told
He'd wake up in the mornin' when that big bell rings
And he'd climb into his treehouse to collect his wings
He'd fly over this town for to call out loud
Prey upon the doors who do no proud
He'd wish them all hell, then he'd glide away
And put away those wings at the end of day

Singing, hey, I'm living
Oh, hey, I'm living

Well, he wakes up on the bus heading out of town
With a picture of his girl, his guitar spun 'round
He starts to play a tune that he don't know how
And little girls and boys begin to sing it loud

Singing, hey, I'm living
Oh, hey, I'm living

Well, thirty years go by, got the old wings now
And the little girls and boys have become the town
You know he sees it in the face of a young man now
The same reasons to hate, same reasons so loud

And hey, I'm living
Oh, hey, I'm living

Hey, I'm living
Yeah, hey, I'm living

Hey, I'm living
Hey, I'm living

Oh, hey, I'm living